Page 54 of Fourth Base with the Alpha

And then he’s flicking me hard with his tongue. My attention to his cock grows sloppy and out of control; I suck and suck, matching the building pressure in my cunt, the throb in my clit.

As I come, he slides a large finger inside me, three knuckles deep and unrelenting. I come so hard, I scream with his cock still in my mouth, clenching around his finger.

He comes a second later, hot seed spilling into my mouth. It tastes so good that I suck and suck, milking every drop from him. Stroking his balls one last time, I find the base of his cock and squeeze around his expanding knot, imagining how good that would feel locked inside me.

“Well,” I sigh, “that was certainly the best fake-orgasm I’ve ever had.”

“What?!” Hunter barks, wriggling free of my grip and pinning my hands above my head in the next moment. “Fake-orgasm?”

“Fake-date, fake-girlfriend, fake-orgasm,” I purr cheekily into his face.

“Omega,” he says, “your cunt just milked my finger. You gushed straight into my fucking mouth. That was not fake.”

“I know,” I sigh.

That part, at least, was very, very real.

13

Hunter

By Monday afternoon,someone is hammering loudly on my front door. Loudly and obviously massively pissed off. I wonder if Isabella has a husband I don’t know about who’s come to punch my teeth out. Or perhaps a protective older brother who’s going to demand I restore his sister’s honor and marry her.

Turns out my visitor is far more deadly than either of those two possibilities.

It’s Kim.

“Sleeping over was not in the fucking contract!” she snaps, barging past me as I open the front door. I curse the day I gave her the code to my gate.

“It wasn’tdisallowedby the contract either.”

“Well sex was.”

“We didn’t sleep together.”

“Then why has that girl been floating around my office on cloud nine all morning?”

“She has?” I say, a sense of pride swelling my chest. Saturday night was fucking awesome.

I don’t remember when receiving head felt that good. When giving head felt that good. I would have done it all night if we hadn’t had someone thumping on the wall and telling us to shut the fuck up.

Kim helps herself to a cup of coffee from the pot and eyes me with suspicion. “You know oral sex still counts as sex right. Just because you didn’t shove your dick–”

“Okay, okay, I don’t need the graphic descriptions.”

Kim sips on her coffee. “Are you sure? Do you need Mommy to give you the birds and the bees talk so you understand exactly what you are and aren’t allowed to do here?”

“What does it matter?”

Kim slams her mug on the table, coffee splashing over the rim and landing on the counter.

“She works for us. She’s good at her job and she’s one of the few people in this town I can actually stand to be around. I don’t want you hurting her and fucking things up. That girl’s been through enough.”

My ears prick up. I think of the drive to the lookout point. How sad she was. How she spoke about heartbreak.

“What do you mean? What has she been through?” My tone is all business and Kim’s face softens.

“Easy tiger, no need to go all alpha on me.”